Novel & Cerita Tell Me Lies Drew Death

" I turned around and got out before my legs gave way. In the taxi again, I sat in silence. Tears streamed down my face as I stared blankly at the city lights. He didn't confess. But I saw it in his eyes. He knew something. He was lying. And I was going to make him tell me what.

There’s a tremor beneath the urgency, a hint of something… profound. “Drew. What is it?” I ask, my voice calm despite the immediate prickle of unease that rises along my spine. My mind races, sifting through recent threats, potential betrayals. “I… I just spent the last few hours going down a rabbit hole,” Drew says, his voice a low growl, like he’s still processing the information himself. “Liam Conall. His death.” My blood runs cold. Liam Conall. The one mystery in the Ash mafia. Someone even my grandfather couldn’t get his hands on.

Before I could move, his fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face toward him. “Tell me.” His voice was low, rough. “Was it Gratia? Did she put her hands on you again today?” I shook my head quickly. “No. It wasn’t her.” His expression darkened. “You’re lying. Did Drew touch you?” I flinched. “Can we not talk about this?” My voice cracked. “Someone just died, Alex.” The reality crashed over me again. “I’ve never seen something like that before in my life,” I whispered.

“Can I record this conversation so I can reference it later?” He laughed at me. “Uh, no. Why would you need to do that?” “Because you keep lying to me!” I proclaimed, frustrated. I shouldn’t have asked. I should’ve come into the room with my phone set to record. “Cass, I’m not lying to you, I promise. I have been saying a few things to reassure you that everything’s going to turn out okay. But, for the most part, it’s not been lies.” “So, Drew really fell rock climbing and cut her throat?” I folded my arms and tipped my head in such a way to get my point across.

A knock was heard on the door as Alex was staring at his phone screen for a moment before he put it back on the table and saw his assistant enter with Drew behind him. "If you need anything, you can call me sir," His assistant said and left the room. "What is it?" Alex said. "I'm sure you saw the news this morning, did you have anything to do with Loki's death?" Drew said. “No, why are you asking me?” Alex said.

Then I swallowed hard. “His face…” My voice faltered. “It wasn’t…there wasn’t enough left to recognize.” “Jesus!” Drew cut himself off. But I caught something …. The reaction started to sound rehearsed… i became uncomfortable, but I had to play along. Then I added. “he's gone…” slower.The certainty in my voice silenced him. Tears burned behind my eyes blurring my vision. This was real… very real. “Someone killed him, Drew.” The words broke on the way out.

A doctor rubbed his nose awkwardly as he spoke, “I’m sorry, I’m Mary’s doctor. Someone sent her to the hospital earlier. I held on to her phone just in case. “She’s having a seizure, and she’s in a critical condition. She’s losing blood from her physical injuries, too. We’re trying our best to save her, but the prognosis is poor. “If you’re her family members, please quickly come over. There are a few documents that you’d need to sign.” Then, the doctor aimed the camera at the hospital bed. John’s eyes immediately widened. “What do you mean… “You must be an actor! You’re lying to me, right?” He took a deep breath and glared at me angrily. “Helen, I didn’t think you’d stoop this low. How dare

The noise didn’t fade. It doubled, tripled—like someone had turned up the volume on chaos. Reporters weren’t just asking questions anymore. They were hurling accusations. “Mr. Cole, did you falsify medical records?” “Was the withdrawal forged after death?” “Miss Hart, were you aware of this?” Lila couldn’t even hear herself breathe. All she saw was the glare from the phone screen nearby: her father’s name, Lucien’s signature, a date stamped two days after her dad died. It looked bad. Worse than bad—it looked intentional. Criminal.

As if determined to tear away the last of the pretense, I reached out to touch that red mark. But Trey suddenly stepped back and instinctively tugged his collar up higher. "I got scratched by a branch on the way back," he said calmly, then pressed his lips tight. I lowered my gaze and dug my nails deep into my palms, using the sharp sting to push back the burning in my eyes. When Trey lied, the corners of his mouth would tighten ever so slightly. It was a habit he hadn't even realized he had. He was lying to me. "Is it serious? Want me to dress it for you?" I asked.

He stands up slowly, his hands trembling. "Alpha Edric..." he stammers. I don't let him finish. I lunge forward, grabbing the front of his white medical coat and slamming him hard against the stone wall behind his desk. “I am done with the lies, Lyeon," I growl directly into his face, my wolf pushing so close to the surface. “You helped her fake her death. You signed the papers. You knew she was alive this entire time.” "Alpha, please," Lyeon gasps, clawing at my wrists as he suffocates under my grip. "She was dying... the illness…”